It's 2:47 am and I'm still awake. The room is quiet except for the hum of the fridge down the hall. I keep checking my phone even though I know there won't be any messages. The light under the door is still on. I don't know if someone's out there or if I left the hallway light on again.
My legs feel restless but I don't want to move. The sheets are tangled around my feet. I try counting backward from one hundred but I keep losing track around seventy-three. The glow from my phone is the only real light in here. Everything else is just shadows and shapes I've memorized.
I think about getting up for water but I'm not thirsty. I think about turning off the light under the door but I don't want to get up. I just keep waiting for something to change, even though I'm not sure what that something would be.